Dr. Chicago - Symphony No. 40 lyrics

[Movement I] So you tryna tell me I can't pursue the kingdom and the fortune Already we can't afford sh** f** a mortgage let's just pour sh** See I'm 23 plus t years a slave With these college loans And ain't nothing changed the fact That I'm a n***a even away from home I'm tired of being a villain While you making a k**ing off of our sh** I want some of my sh** Instead of seeing my fellow n***as Coming at me to pop his Pistol n***a stop it We all tryna profit I know your eyes is on the prize But your aim is kinda off it Dollar bill, dollar dollar bill If my n***as don't k** me Then I pray the dollar will It's get rich or die trying Better have my coffin built Cause if I'm broke at 33 I just might not decide to live Praying for the hitters Praying for the dealers Cops like can I get a witness But b**h it ain't no snitching Cause I'm tryna get us home free Not k**ed by the police Heaven got a ghetto So I'm telling all my homies I'll ball with ya So we all ball bigger And if you fall hard Imma fall hard with ya Man I swear I'll die for n***as When the gates of heaven open Imma fly with my n***as oh [Movement II] To my n***as that be living it up To my b**hes that be giving it up And you know that we get wavey With the drink in the cup Let's get it on with Marvin Gaye in the cut Is you with it or what Uh, Stomach on E Drink at crib and this one on me Never let a n***a try to stunt on me Get fresh and run up you get done on heat Nowadays doing shows but ain't filling it up I'm guessing that the folks cannot feel it enough Sum up my losses and divy it up Damn right muhf**a I ain't giving it up Cause he who last all life can Speak on truth and light I'm in my wrongs I'm in my rights I'm in my zone when we in the night Got a blunt and a bottle and A lot on my mind Cause my money in a bind I been thinking bout crime But been thinking bout time Because they don't erase it n***a Went to college and f**ed up A waste of n***a Incarcerate and erase his figures Now ya black a** gotta face it n***a Cause we be the color that boost up they dollars Cause they love when they can enslave a n***a Vibing and bumping the truth Tell me would I rather be in the club or the booth In the burbs with the plug or the hood in a suit I'm a poor rich n***a with a dream to pursue So don't be offended I'm tryna win it Therefore I am not f**ing with you Society's menace I'm bout my business b**h I got money to lose And it be like n***a save me Get yo a** back to the hood because Brenda is having a baby Harlem is where you reside, but Chicago is where we made ya n***a just do me a favor n***a go put in that labor Go stack your paper Just make sure when you start eating Save a lil plate for your neighbor Filling my stomach with octane n***a from the Windy be spittin that hot flames f** lyricals I want the residuals Wondering how to stay spiritual It's mind over matter But when the physical's critical I be looking for a miracle dollar Cause when I get old I might be broke and jobless Got a handle on my life like Allen Iverson Cause when I ask a question I just get silence, no answer [Movement III] You know the more we pray The more we get paid And in order to look blessed and sh** We gotta stay fresh and sh** See our ancestors had one good 'fit For Sunday service In the hood we do our worship And recite ghetto bible verses like Pray to the lord For the diamonds and the gold Even though I'm broke Must keep shining on these hoes Give our problems to the lord and pray that he fix it Before the morning comes But if you really wanna know the truth Just know that I hold my head up high I'm feeling hella fly But you can't tell if I Feel hella free I wonder if God rocked designer And if Moses had Jordans When he walked through that water Did they sip on a 40 When it rained like 40 day 40 nights Celebrating to a new life Dreaming of the day this is true life And that's exactly why I I hold my head up high I'm feeling hella fly But you can't tell if I Feel hella free I'm fresh to d**h n***a Fresh to the d**h Yea my swag so aged Drip drop drop But don't mess up my wave Some got it made born paid Parents money saved But a n***a gotta fake paid till I make it Oh! Hallelujah For that moolah for that moolah For that moolah Oh! Hallelujah Oh! for that moolah [Movement IV] Where I'm from you either dead or in hell I wonder if n***as feel that they live better in jail If I was locked up It's prolly cause I picked a Glock up And lit block the up Cause my fellow n***a tried to hit up my pockets Right when I was down to my last dollar He was down to his last hollow We was one solution away From the last of our problems How the f** we gon solve em We got more sh** going on In the head than Dennis Rodman I'm Black, broke, educated and paranoid What's on my mind only Allah and the devil know it We treat our guns like chances sh** we gotta blow it That's how it goes in Southside Illinois Well well well It's the same up in Harlem kid Everybody still asking where the f**ing dollar is Pop a pill of truth homie and swallow it We all Gods and Goddesses I understand the time and how hard it is But f** popping guns let's pop a bottle sh**